Became the Hated Illegitimate Son of the Duke in Romance Fantasy

46 – Episode 46

I’m probably a bit clumsy.

It’s nothing else, but I hate Eric, who was around me, or I’m jealous of Eric because he likes me very much.

Because my friends with such modifiers always said that.

Of course, since my status is my status, I implicitly said it.

But you have to be clumsy.

Aside from Eric, I was new to all my peers.

After coming to the academy, it was the first time that so many kids of the same age as me were gathered in one place.

For some reason, Eric seemed to be making a distraught expression while looking at that.

Something naturally, I had children who started talking to me, and more people called me my friends.

Ah, we’ve never talked about how many people have increased, but since they follow me around, they say they’re my friends.

There were some kids who said things like that, shouldn’t we get rid of those people, but I thought you guys were the same, so I just laughed lightly.

I always hung out with Eric, but going around with other people made me feel awkward, but still. It was fun.

The people around me are always full of compliments, except for Ella – these days, Ella doesn’t treat me as friendly as before – but unlike the maids who look at me and lower their heads and can’t talk properly, there’s a lot of liveliness when I go around .

When I was hanging out with Eric, I had never felt such a lively atmosphere before.

And I think there were a lot of things I experienced for the first time.

I went to a cafe for the first time.

I’ve seen it a few times in a city where people used to live together, but I’ve never been in it.

My mother said that the tea sold in those places is not only of poor quality, but that we are full of idiots who don’t even know how to do it.

Because he told me to buy another toy with it instead of going there.

However, drinking at a cafe was much better than tea made by the family or something mixed with milk.

Is it because the milk tea I’m drinking is full of sugar, or is it because the sweets in front of me are all sweet?

Mother’s words, which she had been working hard on, began to seem like illusions.

That’s because the one that went into your mouth tasted much better.

She ate for a while, but when she saw the flesh sticking out of her side, she seemed to have a little idea why she said that.

For the first time, I saw what was called a test.

When the tutor who usually came to visit me tried to take a paper test, I ran away and went to play with Eric.

Somehow, after seeing all the children in the class shut their mouths and eagerly look at the test papers and solve the problems, I think I followed suit.

Of course, my grades were much better than the other kids.

Unfortunately, someone else took the 1st place, but I was still ranked 5th among those who took the test, so isn’t it high?

For the first time, yes. There were so many things I did for the first time.

Maybe that’s why, I think I started to neglect the original things.

Even though the kids next to me dismissed Eric as an illegitimate child and kicked him out, I couldn’t say anything, no I didn’t.

It’s not that I couldn’t tell you. I was just so happy with this new life that I mistakenly thought I was tired of the old things.

Yes, you are mistaken. If I had known that Eric would gradually drift away from me, I would never have done that.

At the same time, I became cowardly and awkward, Eric didn’t come close to me, and I didn’t try to be friendly with my friends, so I repeated the same nonsense and made excuses.

To myself.

Maybe that’s why, Eric was always there no matter what I did or what I said. Okay! He was always by my side.

But after entering the academy, things started to change little by little.

Little by little, we got a little out of sync, we stopped talking to each other, and as we started to drift away, our hearts became urgent, but because of our weird pride or stubbornness, we couldn’t approach Eric and just walked away.

It probably starts with Eric too, after hearing he has a new friend at the academy.

Or maybe after reading the atmosphere that flowed when I had a meal with Eric with the two kids I’m closest to.

Eric didn’t take me for a walk the way he used to. He passed away first.

And the kids next to me were busy putting Eric down.

I thought that was natural, because if several people put down one person, it starts to sound like that one person is the problem.

Still, I thought I made friends.

I was a bit jealous, but I thought I was living a normal life.

Even if I looked at Eric’s face, I couldn’t tell whether he was in pain or happy.

So, maybe I pretend not to know Eric.

You don’t even say hello when you run into each other.

Ah, I should stop making excuses.

Just like that. To put it like Eric, he did something stupid.

It’s been like that since the first day I came home.

He looked like a child on the outside, but inside he was like an adult.

He was shorter than me, knew a lot more than me, was smarter, and would point out if I did something wrong.

At some point, I stopped pointing things out, and I started nagging and babbling.

By the way, Eric had a fight.

With Miguel, that nasty pig who used to flirt with me.

I blew the thought out of my head, saying it wouldn’t be a big deal.

I tried to think that way even after I went to see Eric that evening.

Something shiny, sharp enough to make you think it must have a blade.

Slightly cheesy, the smell of cooking meat wafting along with the sound of street food, a terrible tobacco type, Eric sitting still as if nothing had happened, terribly awkward.

Eric says, hiding his left arm behind his back.

Eric looked like someone who had something broken.

A person who can’t laugh, who can’t even laugh out loud except to slightly raise the corner of his mouth when I’m acting cute sometimes.

I’ve seen people like that often.

In the middle of the mansion, my father in the biggest room did that.

Eric tried to pretend he didn’t know, and I pretended not to know in line with that.

Then, he repeats over and over again in his head, eventually becoming an ignorant idiot.

Leave the room. The door doesn’t even close properly.

Then, after about a minute, there is the sound of breaking glass along with some cursing.

But I don’t know anything, maybe Eric wants me like that.

Because I told you to just comfort me with the story.

I tried to laugh a little hard.

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After Eric’s probation was over, I went to Miss Louise, who used to work at our mansion, and asked Eric to visit me.

Anyway, the words we exchanged with each other may be warm on the surface, but I wanted to restore the relationship that was blowing cold air.

So I took away all the kids who hated Eric and went to find Eric by myself.

I hate being awkward, and I want to take a walk with you like before.

That’s why they say they came.

Eric muttered something he thought I couldn’t hear.

Why did you come now?

As if it was already too late.

I almost looked like I was going to cry for a moment, but I held it in.

In an instant, he rushed to Eric’s side, acting frantically.

Then, Eric felt like he was going to leave me, so he always crossed his arms.

Never let go and keep going.

I praised Eric, who was said to have been first in the class, pretending not to be.

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Eric is smart, so you might know that I do it on purpose.

Still, I continued to stick to Eric’s side.

We walked around talking about silly things.

Just like the old days..!

The two of them talked about Misty, a person they knew at the same time, and brought up the story of the unlucky crown prince several times, and succeeded in talking naturally.

I didn’t even flinch in embarrassment.

Then he took me to a cafe.

Eric seemed to be admiring the splendid interior, as if he had been to the cafe for the first time.

In case someone else loses the good seat, I give my order to Eric and hurry upstairs.

Eric and I had a silly conversation about this and that.

And I wanted to tell Eric.

I’m sorry for pretending not to know when I saw you last time, and I don’t want to be awkward with you.

I want to stick with you all the time and be close like before.

But strangely, the words don’t come out in a coherent way.

He stutters, and his words come out strangely without any confusion.

And Eric tells me that we don’t really need to reconcile.

There is no need to apologize, he says.

In the moment, did he really hate me? Just when he began to want to cry because he had such thoughts, Eric started to say that he had never fought or been disappointed in the first place.

And no matter what he does, he asks me not to hate himself, sometimes he asks me to comfort him.

Saying all the things I did to Eric as if I had them in my heart.

There was something bitter about Eric’s face when he said that.

After the story, Eric sat down on his bench and started smoking his cigarette.

He said he would go right in after smoking this.

And if you think about it, I should have taken him somehow then.

Or Eric wouldn’t have been hurt.

I wouldn’t have been so depressed.